HOTEL - MARY'S PENTHOUSE - LIVING ROOM
don't know why we have to get ready so early," Maggie Callison grumbled as
she watched her mother and grandmother scurrying around the room getting
themselves together. "The wedding's not until this afternoon!"
"But, Maggie, we have to
be at the church early to make sure that everything is on schedule,"
Francis Callison reminded, "and before that I want us to stop by the house
so that we can all go to the church as a family."
Maggie's eyes grew wide and she looked at her mother with much interest.
"You mean you and me and Nana and Reginald and
Maggie," Francis sighed with a smile, "and your father. This is
the first wedding that our family as seen since your father and I married and we
need to be there as a family for Reginald."
if you don't hurry up and finish your hair, we're going to be late," Mary
Albany interrupted and glanced down at her watch as she tapped her foot.
Maggie beamed and ran back to her room to finish getting ready.
"Now where did I put
those earrings..." Francis muttered to herself as she hurried off to her own
"Darling, why don't you
wear my sapphires. You know, the ones your father gave me for our
anniversary that year," Mary said as she followed along behind her.
Dorothea Jackson called out as she quickly walked into the room and paused
before the mirror so that she could adjust her hat.
Mamma?" Naomi Jackson asked with obvious annoyance as she stepped into the
room from the kitchen, her infant son cradled in her arms.
As Dorothea turned around to
look at her daughter, her shoulders slumped when she realized that Naomi wasn't
dressed for the wedding.
"If you don't hurry up
and get ready, we're going to be late! Miss Mary and the girls want to go
by the house and then we're going to meet them at the church."
"I'm not going to this
stupid wedding," Naomi sighed. "I told you that already. I
don't even know why you're going. This is just some big shot society
wedding. I don't know why you think you belong there. You're just
"Naomi!" Dorothea chastised
sharply. "I'll have you know that I've known Reginald Callison since
he was in diapers. I will not miss my chance to see that boy get
"When are you going to
get this foolish idea out of your head?" Naomi asked and shook her head in
disbelief. "He's your boss's grandson! He's nobody to
you. Why do you think that just because you work for somebody with some
social standing that that makes you important!"
"Naomi, these people are
like a family to me!" Dorothea shook her head, disappointed that her
daughter couldn't see how much the Callison family meant to her. "Do
you remember when your father died? Why, if it hadn't been for Miss Mary,
I don't know what I would have done. Do you know that that wonderful woman
paid for the entire funeral?"
"No one asked her for a
handout!" Naomi snapped.
"It wasn't a
handout!" Dorothea's jaw tightened and she felt her temper begin to
rise. "Miss Mary is more than just my boss; she's my friend. All of the Callisons are my friends!"
"You are one deluded old
woman," Naomi laughed, "if you think that those people see you as
anything more than their poor colored servant. I'm surprised that they
don't have you running around with a kerchief on your head and singing old
"I'm not even going to
dignify that remark with a response," Dorothea said flatly as she turned
away from her daughter to hide her own embarrassment caused by daughter's
"Only because you know
it's true! When are you going to pull your head out of the sand and admit
it? You're nothing more than a servant to those people! You always
have been and you always will be. The way you fawn over them is
"Naomi Ruth Jackson, I've
had about as much of your sass as I'm going to take for one day!"
Dorothea snapped her head back around and glared at her daughter.
"I don't know why I even
thought that staying here was a good idea," Naomi muttered as she shifted
Aubrey in her arms so that she could reach for her coat.
"And where do you think
"About as far away from
you as I can get!" Naomi snapped and stormed out of the apartment with her
son in tow.
Now alone in the room,
Dorothea let out a weary sigh and sat down on the sofa. Naomi had always
been a difficult child. Apparently, in adulthood, nothing had
changed. She silently wondered when, and if, she would ever learn.